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20 de dezembro de 2014

POEMA PARA A QUADRA NATALÍCIA 3: BENJAMIN ZEPHANIA - THE BRITISH




















The British

Take some Picts, Celts and Silures
And let them settle,
Then overrun them with Roman conquerors.

Remove the Romans after approximately 400 years
Add lots of Norman French to some
Angles, Saxons, Jutes and Vikings, then stir vigorously.
Mix some hot Chileans, cool Jamaicans, Dominicans,
Trinidadians and Bajans with some Ethiopians, Chinese,
Vietnamese and Sudanese.

Then take a blend of Somalians, Sri Lankans, Nigerians
And Pakistanis,
Combine with some Guyanese
And turn up the heat.

Sprinkle some fresh Indians, Malaysians, Bosnians,
Iraqis and Bangladeshis together with some
Afghans, Spanish, Turkish, Kurdish, Japanese
And Palestinians
Then add to the melting pot.

Leave the ingredients to simmer.

As they mix and blend allow their languages to flourish
Binding them together with English.

Allow time to be cool.

Add some unity, understanding, and respect for the future,
Serve with justice
And enjoy.

Note: All the ingredients are equally important. Treating one ingredient better than another will leave a bitter unpleasant taste.

Warning: An unequal spread of justice will damage the people and cause pain. Give justice and equality to all.



Benjamin Zephaniah (Inglaterra)

18 de dezembro de 2014

POEMA PARA A QUADRA NATALÍCIA 1: ADRIAN MITCHELL - SERES HUMANOS



SERES HUMANOS


olha para as tuas mãos
         bonitas e úteis as tuas mãos
                 não és um macaco
         não és um papagaio
         não és um paulatino lóris
                  nem um míssil inteligente
tu és humano

          não britânico
não americano
               não israelita
não palestiniano
tu és humano

não católico
não protestante
    não muçulmano
     não hindu
tu és humano

   todos começamos humanos
e acabamos humanos
       humanos no princípio
       humanos no fim
 somos humanos
ou não somos nada

nada senão bombas
e gás venenoso
nada senão armas
e torturadores
nada senão escravos
      da Ganância e da Guerra
     se não formos humanos

olha para o teu corpo
com os seus assombrosos sistemas
    de redes de nervos e canais de sangue
      pensa na tua mente
               que pode pensar em si própria
e em todo o universo

olha para o teu rosto
que pode tolher-se de pavor
   ou derreter-se de amor
olha para toda essa vida
     toda essa beleza
tu és humano
eles são humanos
    nós somos humanos
vamos tentar ser humanos

dançar!


                                                                            (Tradução de Ana Maria Chaves) 



HUMAN BEINGS 


look at your hands
  your beautiful useful hands
       you're not an ape
    you're not a parrot
  you're not a slow loris
    or a smart missile
       you're human
    
       not british
    not american
      not israeli
  not palestinian
    you're human

     not catholic
  not protestant
    not muslim
       not hindu
  you're human

  we all start human
    we end up human
       human first
          human last
      we're human
    or we're nothing

  nothing but bombs
     and poison gas
  nothing but guns
     and torturers
  nothing but slaves
  of Greed and War
  if we're not human

           look at your body
  with its amazing systems
  of nerve-wires and blood canals
     think about your mind
   which can think about itself
  and the whole universe

           look at your face
   which can freeze into horror
           or melt into love
     look at all that life
           all that beauty
           you're human
     they are human
     we are human
  let's try to be human


         dance!

Adrian Mitchell (Inglaterra) 

17 de fevereiro de 2014

I WANNA BE YOURS



I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots
I wanna be yours

I wanna be your raincoat
for those frequent rainy days
I wanna be your dreamboat
when you want to sail away
Let me be your teddy bear
take me with you anywhere
I don’t care
I wanna be yours

I wanna be your electric meter
I will not run out
I wanna be the electric heater
you’ll get cold without
I wanna be your setting lotion
hold your hair in deep devotion
Deep as the deep Atlantic ocean

that’s how deep is my devotion 

John Cooper Clarke (Reino Unido)

26 de julho de 2013

EMILY DICKINSON




To make a prairie it  
takes a clover and a bee.  
One clove , and a bee,  
And revery.  
The revery alone will do,  

if bees are few

Emily Dickinson (USA)

28 de junho de 2013

A CREED


I HOLD that when a person dies
His soul returns again to earth;
Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise
Another mother gives him birth.
With sturdier limbs and brighter brain
The old soul takes the road again.
Such is my own belief and trust;
This hand, this hand that holds the pen,
Has many a hundred times been dust
And turned, as dust, to dust again;
These eyes of mine have blinked and shown
In Thebes, in Troy, in Babylon.
All that I rightly think or do,
Or make, or spoil, or bless, or blast,
Is curse or blessing justly due
For sloth or effort in the past.
My life's a statement of the sum
Of vice indulged, or overcome.
I know that in my lives to be
My sorry heart will ache and burn,
And worship, unavailingly,
The woman whom I used to spurn,
And shake to see another have
The love I spurned, the love she gave.
And I shall know, in angry words,
In gibes, and mocks, and many a tear,
A carrion flock of homing-birds,
The gibes and scorns I uttered here.
The brave word that I failed to speak
Will brand me dastard on the cheek.
And as I wander on the roads
I shall be helped and healed and blessed;
Dear words shall cheer and be as goads
To urge to heights before unguessed.
My road shall be the road I made;
All that I gave shall be repaid.
So shall I fight, so shall I tread,
In this long war beneath the stars;
So shall a glory wreathe my head,
So shall I faint and show the scars,
Until this case, this clogging mould,
Be smithied all to kingly gold.

John Masefield   (England)

18 de junho de 2013

POEMA DE EUGÉNIO DE ANDRADE, COM TRADUÇÃO EM INGLÊS


O SILÊNCIO

Quando a ternura
parece já do seu ofício fatigada,

e o sono, a mais incerta barca,
inda demora,

quando azuis irrompem
os teus olhos

e procuram
nos meus navegação segura,

é que eu te falo das palavras
desamparadas e desertas,

pelo silêncio fascinadas.


Eugénio de Andrade




SILENCE

When tenderness
seems tired at last of its offices

and sleep, that most uncertain vessel,
still delays,

when blue bursts from
your eyes

and searches
mine for steady seamanship,

then it is I speak to you of words
desolate, derelict,

transfixed by silence. 

Eugénio de Andrade
Translated by Alexis Levitin

17 de maio de 2013

POEMA DE CHINUA ACHEBE




Benin Road

Speed is violence

Power is violence

Weight violence

The butterfly seeks safety in lightness

In weightless, undulating flight

But at a crossroads where mottled light

From old trees falls on a brash new highway

Our separate errands collide

I come power-packed for two

And the gentle butterfly offers

Itself in bright yellow sacrifice

Upon my hard silicon shield.


Chinua Achebe (Nigéria), falecido este ano)

Postagem feita para o meu amigo e poeta Décio Bettencourt Mateus, estamos juntos, meu mano!!

28 de março de 2013

HINDUISMO


Sobre o Hinduismo, só uma pena está em ingles, mas uma síntese muito boa:


Hindu Teachings from Sanjay Jha

http://www.slideshare.net/sanjay_jhaa/hindu-teachings 

6 de abril de 2012

POEMA DE DAMBUDZO MARECHERA

Dambudzo Marechera, o enfant terrible da literatura africana. Comparado por muitos a James Joyce e Henry Miller.



Um farrapo de identidade

Quando é que esta lua se descasca dos meus poemas?!
Esta zona de penumbra que vai da escola inglesa
À minha voz de barata?
A formiga empoleirada no grão de areia
Pouco se apercebe do meu titânico dilema de artista
E só tem olhos para o pé que ergo.
A abelha na sua errância doce peganhenta, se me avista
Dispara uma tangente zumbindo o seu escárnio.
A madrugadora andorinha, no seu voo seco,
Mal dispensa um olhar instantâneo às minhas penas.
O varredor dá de ombros, atira o fardo concreto
Para o camião dos salários e dos preços em alta;
O aprendiz da fábrica fecha o macacão
E aguarda o Chamamento – sirene da fábrica;
O carteiro pedala a sua ronda; o soldado
Beija a namorada e corre a cumprir ordens.
Todos parecem conhecer seus eus
Mas eu como um louco insisto em decifrar
As marcas num farrapo de papel em branco
As marcas que vão ser o poema atrás deste poema.

Dambudzo Marechera (Zimbabwe) (1952-1987),
(Tradução: José Pinto de Sá)
Créditos: Associação Buala

25 de janeiro de 2012

RAIN BY EDWARD THOMAS

Edward Thomas


Rain

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.

Edward Thomas (Inglaterra)

18 de dezembro de 2011

SODADE - CESÁRIA ÉVORA




SODADE!!!


Na BBC:


Singer Cesaria Evora dies at the age of 70

Cesaria EvoraCesaria Evora was discovered by a French music executive


Singer Cesaria Evora, dubbed the "Barefoot Diva" for often performing without shoes, has died in her native Cape Verde at the age of 70.
The musican, forced to retire earlier this year due to ill-health, began her career singing in the bars of Mindelo in the West African island nation.
Evora did not begin her recording career until 1988, and won a Grammy Award in 2004 for her album Voz D'Amor.
She was famed for singing songs of longing with her rich contralto vocals.
Her sultry voice was often compared to blues star Billie Holliday
Her fourth album, Miss Perfumado, was her breakthrough hit in 1992. It sold more than 300,000 copies worldwide, and resulted in a number of tours. She released 10 albums in all.
Evora had a penchant for alcohol and cigarettes, and in later life her health began to decline. She suffered a stroke while on tour in Australia in 2008 and later underwent open heart surgery.

"I infinitely regret having to stop because of illness, I would have wanted to give more pleasure to those who have followed me for so long."
In September, she spoke of her sadness at having to retire, saying: "I have no strength, no energy. I want you to say to my fans: forgive me, but now I need to rest.
Evora was considered one of the world's greatest exponents of Morna, a form of blues considered the national music of the Cape Verde islands, a former Portuguese colony which gained independence in 1975.
The music is a testament to the country's history, including the slave trade and its physical remoteness in the Atlantic Ocean, hundreds of kilometres off Africa's west coast.
Two days of national mourning has been declared in the small island nation, with President Jorge Carlos Fonseca calling her "one of the major cultural references of Cape Verde".
Prime Minister Jose Maria Neves paid tribute to her "invaluable contribution to the greatness of our nation and our pride".





12 de outubro de 2010

NOBEL DA PAZ 2010 - LIU XIAO BO




"The Norwegian Nobel Committee has decided to award the Nobel Peace Prize for 2010 to Liu Xiaobo for his long and non-violent struggle for fundamental human rights in China. The Norwegian Nobel Committee has long believed that there is a close connection between human rights and peace. Such rights are a prerequisite for the 'fraternity between nations' of which Alfred Nobel wrote in his will."
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE6971XZ20101008

One Letter Is Enough


for Xia

one letter is enough
for me to transcend and face
you to speak

as the wind blows past
the night
uses its own blood
to write a secret verse
that reminds me each
word is the last word

the ice in your body
melts into a myth of fire
in the eyes of the executioner
fury turns to stone

two sets of iron rails
unexpectedly overlap
moths flap toward lamp
light, an eternal sign
that traces your shadow

8. 1. 2000
Liu Xiao Bo (China)


Traduzido para ingles por Jeffery Yang 

5 de outubro de 2010

YOUR FANTASY


I need a wake up call from what life can really be,
I need a call from reality.
Look me deep in the eyes and it’s easy to see,
A distant world reflecting me.

I can’t help but wonder why,
I should feel the need to cry.
Time passes oh so slowly by,
Am I being consumed by, lies?

I’m a myth,
Not a story,
I’m a fairytale with a different twist.
I’m fantasy, not your ordinary.

I dream with reality,
I see a world of lies,
With stereotypes,
And no originality.
Reality,
He dreams with me,
I’m everything,
He wants to be.

Мαяϊα:; (Portugal)
Nasceu em Portugal em 1995, vive em Inglaterra desde os 5 anos.
http://writingisyourfreedom.blogspot.com/ 

17 de junho de 2010

TSIETSI MASHININI - UM HERÓI

Tsietsi Mashinini







Só é pena estar em alemao...

Se tiverem oportunidade visitem o site da Cirandeira, ela fez uma postagem para comemorar a Revolta do Soweto de 1976: http://giramundo-cirandeira.blogspot.com/2010/06/africa-do-sul.html#comment-form

Teboho "Tsietsi" MacDonald Mashinini (born January 27, 1957 in Central Western Jabavu, Soweto, South Africa, died summer, 1990 in Conakry, Guinea) was the primary student leader of the Soweto Uprising that began in Soweto and spread across South Africa in June, 1976.

Mashinini was a bright, popular and successful student at Morris Isaacson High School in Soweto where he was the head of the debate team and president of the Methodist Youth Guild.
A move by South Africa's apartheid government to make the white, colonial language Afrikaans an equal mandatory language of education for all South Africans in conjunction with English was extremely unpopular with black, Bantu and English-speaking South African students.
A student himself, Mashinini planned a mass demonstration by students for June 16, 1976. This demonstration which would become known as the Soweto Uprising lasted for three days during which several hundred people were killed, the majority of them black students.
Having been identified as the leader of the uprising by the South African government, Mashinini fled South Africa in exile, first to London then later to various other African countries, including Liberia where he was briefly married to Miss Liberia 1977, Welma Campbell.
He died under mysterious circumstances, possibly of AIDS, possibly of homicide, in the summer of 1990 while in exile in Guinea. His body was repatriated to South Africa on August 4, 1990 where he was interred in Avalon Cemetery. His grave bears the epitaph "Black Power."

(Biografia retirada de Wikipedia)
 
 
 
Se tiverem a oportunidade aconselho este livro, A Burning Hunger - One Family's Struggle Against Apartheid. Nao sei se existe traducao em portugues, mas é um excelento livro escrito pela americana Linda Schuster. A Burning Hunger conta a história dos Mashinini, da Revolta do Soweto e claro está do próprio regime racista do Apartheid.

10 de maio de 2010

THE ISLAND MAN

Grace Nichols


Morning

and island man wakes up
to the sound of blue surf
in his head
the steady breaking and wombing


wild seabirds
and fishermen pushing out to sea
the sun surfacing defiantly
from the east
of his small emerald island
he always comes back groggily groggily


Comes back to sands
of a grey metallic soar
to surge of wheels
to dull North Circular roar


muffling muffling
his crumpled pillow waves
island man heaves himself


Another London day

Grace Nichols (Guiana)

5 de maio de 2010

MOSS ON PLUM BRANCHES

James K. Baxter

Moss on plum branches and
A soft rain falling - no other house
Spread out its arms around me
As this has done - I go
From here with a gap inside me where a world
Has been plucked from my entrails - fire and
Food, flowers and faces
Painted on walls - the voices of two friends
Recalling the always present paradise
We enter and cannot remain in.

James K. Baxter (1926 - 1972) Nova Zelandia

11 de fevereiro de 2010

PELA LIBERDADE... SEMPRE!





11 de fevereiro de 1990


If you want to make peace with your enemy, you have to work with your enemy. Then he becomes your partner.



Let freedom reign. The sun never set on so glorious a human achievement.

I detest racialism, because I regard it as a barbaric thing, whether it comes from a black man or a white man.


NELSON MANDELA








LINKS:

Nelson Mandela Foundation:
http://www.nelsonmandela.org/index.php

20 de janeiro de 2009

I, TOO, SING AMERICA




I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--

I, too, am America.


Langston Hughes - USA


2 de janeiro de 2009

THE POWER OF GOOD - NICHOLAS WINTON







The Story

In December 1938, Nicholas Winton, a 29-year-old London stockbroker, was about to leave for a skiing holiday in Switzerland, when he received a phone call from his friend Martin Blake asking him to cancel his holiday and immediately come to Prague: "I have a most interesting assignment and I need your help. Don't bother bringing your skis." When Winton arrived, he was asked to help in the camps, in which thousands of refugees were living in appalling conditions.


MUNICH AGREEMENT
The Munich Conference was held September 29-30, 1938, following Hitler's demand to annex the Sudetenland, a region in Czechoslovakia populated largely by ethnic Germans. The resulting crisis led Britain and France, who had adopted a policy of appeasement, to pressure Czechoslovakia to accede to Hitler's demands. No Czech representative was present at the conference, and the agreement led to the destruction of the Czech state. Following the conference, Winston Churchill warned: "Do not suppose that this is the end. This is only the beginning of the reckoning."


In October 1938, after the ill-fated Munich Agreement between Germany and the Western European powers, the Nazis annexed a large part of western Czechoslovakia, the Sudetenland. Winton was convinced that the German occupation of the rest of the country would soon follow. To him and many others, the outbreak of war seemed inevitable. The news of Kristallnacht, the bloody pogrom (violent attack) against German and Austrian Jews on the nights of November 9 and 10, 1938, had reached Prague. Winton decided to take steps.
"I found out that the children of refugees and other groups of people who were enemies of Hitler weren't being looked after. I decided to try to get permits to Britain for them. I found out that the conditions which were laid down for bringing in a child were chiefly that you had a family that was willing and able to look after the child, and £50, which was quite a large sum of money in those days, that was to be deposited at the Home Office. The situation was heartbreaking. Many of the refugees hadn't the price of a meal. Some of the mothers tried desperately to get money to buy food for themselves and their children. The parents desperately wanted at least to get their children to safety when they couldn't manage to get visas for the whole family. I began to realize what suffering there is when armies start to march."
In terms of his mission, Winton was not thinking in small numbers, but of thousands of children. He was ready to start a mass evacuation.
"Everybody in Prague said, 'Look, there is no organization in Prague to deal with refugee children, nobody will let the children go on their own, but if you want to have a go, have a go.' And I think there is nothing that can't be done if it is fundamentally reasonable."


OPERATION KINDERTRANSPORT
On December 2, 1938, Jewish and Christian agencies began rescuing German and Austrian Jewish children on Kindertransporten (children's transports). The "Refugee Children's Movement," a group under the auspices of the Central British Fund for German Jewry or CBF (which later became the World Jewish Relief organization), urged concerned Christians and Jews to support "Operation Kindertransport." An extensive fund-raising effort was organized and the British public responded generously, raising half a million British pounds in six months. A large portion of this money was used to care for the children who were rescued. Between December 1938 and May 1940, almost 10,000 children (infants to teenagers) were rescued and given shelter at farms, hostels, camps, and in private homes in Britain. However, this effort did not include the children of Czechoslovakia; and this is why the work of Nicholas Winton was so vital.

Independently of Operation Kindertransport (see sidebar), Nicholas Winton set up his own rescue operation. At first, Winton's office was a dining room table at his hotel in Wenceslas Square in Prague. Anxious parents, who gradually came to understand the danger they and their children were in, came to Winton and placed the future of their children into his hands. Soon, an office was set up on Vorsilska Street, under the charge of Trevor Chadwick. Thousands of parents heard about this unique endeavor and hundreds of them lined up in front of the new office, drawing the attention of the Gestapo. Winton's office distributed questionnaires and registered the children. Winton appointed Trevor Chadwick and Bill Barazetti to look after the Prague end when he returned to England. Many further requests for help came from Slovakia, a region east of Prague.
Winton contacted the governments of nations he thought could take in the children. Only Sweden and his own government said yes. Great Britain promised to accept children under the age of 18 as long as he found homes and guarantors who could deposit £50 for each child to pay for their return home.
Because he wanted to save the lives of as many of the endangered children as possible, Winton returned to London and planned the transport of children to Great Britain. He worked at his regular job on the Stock Exchange by day, and then devoted late afternoons and evenings to his rescue efforts, often working far into the night. He made up an organization, calling it "The British Committee for Refugees from Czechoslovakia, Children's Section." The committee consisted of himself, his mother, his secretary and a few volunteers.
Winton had to find funds to use for repatriation costs, and a foster home for each child. He also had to raise money to pay for the transports when the children's parents could not cover the costs. He advertised in British newspapers, and in churches and synagogues. He printed groups of children's photographs all over Britain. He felt certain that seeing the children's photos would convince potential sponsors and foster families to offer assistance. Finding sponsors was only one of the endless problems in obtaining the necessary documents from German and British authorities.
"Officials at the Home Office worked very slowly with the entry visas. We went to them urgently asking for permits, only to be told languidly, 'Why rush, old boy? Nothing will happen in Europe.' This was a few months before the war broke out. So we forged the Home Office entry permits."
On March 14, 1939, Winton had his first success: the first transport of children left Prague for Britain by airplane. Winton managed to organize seven more transports that departed from Prague's Wilson Railway Station. The groups then crossed the English Channel by boat and finally ended their journey at London's Liverpool Street station. At the station, British foster parents waited to collect their charges. Winton, who organized their rescue, was set on matching the right child to the right foster parents.
The last trainload of children left on August 2, 1939, bringing the total of rescued children to 669. It is impossible to imagine the emotions of parents sending their children to safety, knowing they may never be reunited, and impossible to imagine the fears of the children leaving the lives they knew and their loved ones for the unknown.
On September 1, 1939 the biggest transport of children was to take place, but on that day Hitler invaded Poland, and all borders controlled by Germany were closed. This put an end to Winton's rescue efforts. Winton has said many times that the vision that haunts him most to this day is the picture of hundreds of children waiting eagerly at Wilson Station in Prague for that last aborted transport.
"Within hours of the announcement, the train disappeared. None of the 250 children aboard was seen again. We had 250 families waiting at Liverpool Street that day in vain. If the train had been a day earlier, it would have come through. Not a single one of those children was heard of again, which is an awful feeling."
The significance of Winton's mission is verified by the fate of that last trainload of children. Moreover, most of the parents and siblings of the children Winton saved perished in the Holocaust.
After the war, Nicholas Winton didn't tell anyone, not even his wife Grete about his wartime rescue efforts. In 1988, a half century later, Grete found a scrapbook from 1939 in their attic, with all the children's photos, a complete list of names, a few letters from parents of the children to Winton and other documents. She finally learned the whole story. Today the scrapbooks and other papers are held at Yad Vashem, the Holocaust Martyrs' and Heroes' Remembrance Authority, in Israel.
Grete shared the story with Dr. Elisabeth Maxwell, a Holocaust historian and the wife of newspaper magnate Robert Maxwell. Robert Maxwell arranged for his newspaper to publish articles on Winton's amazing deeds. Winton's extraordinary story led to his appearance on Esther Rantzen's BBC television program, That's Life. In the studio, emotions ran high as Winton's "children" introduced themselves and expressed their gratitude to him for saving their lives. Because the program was aired nationwide, many of the rescued children also wrote to him and thanked him. Letters came from all over the world, and new faces still appear at his door, introducing themselves by names that match the documents from 1939.
The rescued children, many now grandparents, still refer to themselves as "Winton's children." Among those saved are the British film director Karel Reisz (The French Lieutenant's Woman, Isadora, and Sweet Dreams), Canadian journalist and news correspondent for CBC, Joe Schlesinger (originally from Slovakia), Lord Alfred Dubs (a former Minister in the Blair Cabinet), Lady Milena Grenfell-Baines (a patron of the arts whose father, Rudolf Fleischmann, saved Thomas Mann from the Nazis), Dagmar Símová (a cousin of the former U.S. Secretary of State, Madeleine Albright), Tom Schrecker, (a Reader's Digest manager), Hugo Marom (a famous aviation consultant, and one of the founders of the Israeli Air Force), and Vera Gissing (author of Pearls of Childhood) and coauthor of Nicholas Winton and the Rescued Generation.
Winton has received many acknowledgements for his humanitarian pre-war deeds. He received a letter of thanks from the late Ezer Weizman, a former president of the State of Israel. He was made an Honorary Citizen of Prague. In 1993, Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, awarded him the MBE (Member of the British Empire), and on October 28, 1998, Václav Havel, then president of the Czech Republic, awarded him the Order of T.G. Masaryk at Hradcany Castle for his heroic achievement. On December 31, 2002, Winton received a knighthood from Queen Elizabeth II for his services to humanity. Winton's story is also the subject of two films by Czech filmmaker Matej Mináč: All My Loved Ones and the award-winning Nicholas Winton: The Power of Good.
Today, Sir Nicholas Winton, age 97, resides at his home in Maidenhead, Great Britain. He still wears a ring given to him by some of the children he saved. It is inscribed with a line from the Talmud, the book of Jewish law. It reads:
"Save one life, save the world."
Credits: http://www.powerofgood.net/story.php